And What Are You Doing For Christmas
"And what are you doing for Christmas", he, with drink in hand, asked
"Did he think that in my jolly red attire I was Chris Kingle miscast?
Don't you know who I am, can't you take a guess?
Don't you recognize my reindeer who tow the Claus express
I've got my chimney climbing shoes on, getting ready for the action
The deer are wearing snow shoes for better snowy traction
The liquid you've been gulping down, has you over boozy
If you can't discern jolly Santa Claus, you're either drunk or woozy
Stash that booze and give me a hand with my many a-ho-ho-ho
I can't be late for Christmas eve, I've so many places to go
The kids are waiting, with happy dreams, I don't want to let them down
So hop in my sled and join me on my trips from town to town
And when it's done and over with, here is what I think
I promise you, for helping me, I'll buy you another drink
from Santa Stan Cooper...12/14/10 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2010-12-22 at 13:20
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